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Updated: June 26, 2025
To Nick it seemed scarce midnight yet, so sound had been his sleep. Master Carew having gotten into his high-topped riding-boots with a great puffing and tugging, they washed their faces at the inn-yard pump by the smoky light of the hostler's lantern, and then in a subdued, half-wakened way made a hearty breakfast off the fragments of the last nights feast.
Oh you'll soon learn, Betty! You'll make butter as well as you used to make dresses badly." The little widow and Twiss laughed, as they always did at Jane's weak jokes, and took the punch to the captain. She was the finest wit of her day in their eyes. The hostler's boy ran down from the stable to speak to her. She thought he had as innocent a face as she had ever seen.
"That's Mortimer coming," Crane said, suddenly, as a step with more consistency in its endeavor than pertained to the hostler's, sounded, coming up the stairs. "I sent for him," he added, seeing the look of happy confusion in Allis's face. "Come in," he called cheerily, in answer to a knock on the door.
The cook and the stable-boy also came running to the kitchen door, on hearing the hostler's exclamation; and they, too, stood gazing at the unconscious Mercy, and each, in their own way, paying tribute to her appearance. "That's the gal thet comed last night with her mother. Darned sight better-lookin' by daylight than she wuz then!" said the stable-boy.
Because he was a hostler's son, and not a gentleman's son; and you sent him back to his gallipots and to his grave. June 4th. I wait to hear from the publisher merely as a matter of duty. I have never had the least idea that he will take the book. I have made up my mind to drown myself. There is no mess about it, and men do not have to know of it. I have often read of murder cases.
Winterton, little jealousing what had happened, went again to bed, as my grandfather afterwards learnt, and had fallen asleep. In the morning when he awoke and was told that both man and horse were flown, he flayed the hostler's back and legs in more than a score of places, believing he had connived at my grandfather's secret flight.
"What's the matter with you?" said the Colonel in a voice of wrath which boded ill for a new blunder. "Colonel, come at once. Come, it's Blazing Star." There was a total lack of soldier decorum in the hostler's address. He was so intensely excited that the Colonel overlooked the informality and went quickly to where Blazing Star was standing tied to the washing post.
"Movers' young ones have to wear calico," he continued, "and their lame pap goes lippity-clink around after them." "He thinks Zene's our father!" exclaimed aunt Corinne, blazing at the affront she received. "Don't mind him," said Robert, slowly. "He's the hostler's boy, and used to staying in the stable. He doesn't know how to behave when they let him into the house."
"Oh!" exclaimed Crane, "I'd forgotten; here's a quarter; much obliged. That's all." The hostler's unjointed legs, unstable because of recurrent debauchery, carried him disconsolately to lower levels. The Banker must be sure of his business, must have it well in hand, when he ignored the usual diplomatic mollifying preparation of a drink.
Then he was off, directing here, there, and everywhere, until the court was cleared of all that had no business there, and the last surreptitious small boy had been duly projected from the gates by Peter Hostler's hobnailed boot.
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